2018, Feb 2
-My friend is going to kill himself. There's nothing I can do. He's going to do it, and I'm helpless. I want to be able to help him, to do something, anything. But I can't. I just stopped him from trying to jump over the balcony, and was late to class. But I don't care. I don't want him to die, I still need him, still love him. God, I wish I could do something, but he's right. Nobody can help him. Not even me. And it hurts so fucking much. I hate it. I want to fucking help. I feel so.....hopeless, helpless, out of control. And I hate it. I want to help so much.
-I can't believe it. After all of this time, I did it again. I'm such a fuck up. I promised them, promised her, I wouldn't do it again. And I did. They stopped bleeding, though, so no major physical damage was done. God, I wish I could disappear.
-I accidentally made, like, 10 new ocs today at school. I was supposed to be doing French work and English stuff, but my beans are a lot more interesting than 'ir and 're verbs, and Macbeth. So I made a bunch of ocs! Oops, sns ¯\_(′ʘ⌄ʘ‵) _/¯. My fav from today's name is Mike, and he's dramatic af. He's also asexual/bi-romantic, single, and emo. He's Jace's (one of my trans ocs) older brother as well, so he's rly protective. Sry, you probably don't want to hear me rant about my stupid ocs that aren't even drawn that well...anyway, I'll go so you can move on with your life.
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Day-in-the-Life Of A Bi Person
Non-FictionThis is going to be like a diary-journal thing because I feel like people need to know about this kinda stuff. I've been getting a lot of hate recently since I've come out on social media and irl, so I just want to keep tabs on what happens and how...
